Perhaps it can't be described as galloping, Yang Qi is like a bullet piercing the air at the moment. At high speed, he can still remember the thumbnail map on the side of the road at a glance. He found that Lujiazui was near Shangri-La, and he was far away from Lujiazui. 12 o'clock, the time is too short, he has to be fast, faster, infinitely fast!

He didn't even think about "what if you were a minute late" or anything like that, and all his mind was completely locked in the matter of "going to the appointment at 12 o'clock".

She's there, she's there waiting for me!

With a roar in his heart, his spiritual power was spreading wildly, restricting the black qi diffused between heaven and earth in his direction. For the time being, these black qi only respond to the power of the spirit, and his spirit at the moment is paranoid to madness, and it is also strong to madness.

Black qi gathered from all directions, wrapped around him, and became a powerful help for him. In all the spaces that passed through, there were inky rings that spread like ripples. Infinite rings are connected in series to form a fantastical tunnel, highlighting his high-speed shuttle trajectory.

And Yang Qi, like a comet that exploded with matter dragging the tail of the comet, rushed towards the east in a burning manner.

The sun is high, the sky is blue and the clouds are white, and the sun is dazzling.

On the Oriental Pearl Tower, Po and his men are monitoring all directions. They remembered what the senior brother had said a day ago, and they all held their breath and stared, never allowing for mistakes.

"Here, I saw it!" someone yelled, and Apo immediately took the binoculars and looked over. At first glance, his jaw almost hit the ground: "My goodness, send a signal!" Someone immediately picked up the mirror and faced the noon sun. Shook a few times towards the south.

At the present when wireless communication is completely abolished. The ancient method of communication is finally showing its power.

"His Royal Highness the Prince is also too ...... I've always thought Her Majesty the Queen was crazy. Now it seems that a family is a family!"

In the telescope, Yang Qi is like a black refraction, running back and forth in high-rise buildings. Horizontally or vertically, they couldn't stop him. He ran wildly on the glass façade of the tall building, cracking and shattering all the glass in his path, and falling into endless debris into the street below.

When a building is blocking the way, he crashes headfirst into it from this side. Then, like a bullet passing through an apple, it revealed itself in the violently exploding glass on the other side. No hesitation, no slowdown.

All the people who saw this, especially the townspeople, went crazy. Under the blue sky and white sun, this kind of thing happened, which made people stunned, shocked, panicked, and screamed. It's overwhelming. Countless cameras were aimed at Yang Qi, but they could only catch the trail he left behind.

And the Chosen One. When they saw this scene, some clenched their fists, some widened their eyes, some curled the corners of their mouths, some gritted their teeth, some yelled "Don't!", and some laughed wildly, "That's right!"

On this day, in this international metropolis, in front of more than 10 million people, a video of Xiao Jingzhe pierced the sky over Shanghai like a black meteor, making too many people have too many shocks and ideas.

This is something that shocked the world even more than the impact of a passenger plane on the World Trade Tower. This is more crazy, more unprepared, and more shocking than any coup d'état in any country, the declaration of any organization, the turmoil in any region, or any natural disaster: the world has changed.

After this day, the whole world will know that there is a superman in the world.

I know that in this world, there is a third kind of power above money and power--power! It seems to have incarnated from the wild antiquity, the heroic antiquity, and the strange mythological age, and it is absolutely right, incomparable, personal power!

These two people have become scissors that cut the curtain of the new era. This scene will be sung and remembered forever - if not for what came after.

No one can predict the future, Apo only thinks that "I'm afraid I'm going to have a lot of fun today", but no matter what the future holds, do your best in the present. If we can't deal with the problems of the present, there will be no future. Therefore, Ah Po muttered in a low voice: "His Royal Highness the Prince is so violent, in case something happens, I hope Xiao Gongzi can cover it." ”

The strong wind blew in his face, Yang Qi's eyes widened angrily, and he crossed the Huangpu River in one step and rushed to the most famous corner of Pudong.

Pausing on the roof of the "Believe It or Not" museum (hence the name), he twitched his nose, and the endless smell wafting in the wind was instantly analyzed and dismantled, and he found one of them precisely - I know, that person, just ahead!

Boom, the roof of the museum exploded as if it had been bombarded, and the broken concrete slag splashed loudly, and Yang Qi had already rushed away with a string of black rings.

Countless timers finished the last few seconds at the same time, and at 12 o'clock, it was here!

Click, Yang Qi was like a flying arrow, nailed straight on the road. That's right, the smell comes from this direction. Yang Qi looked around, there seemed to be a black light radiating in his eyes, and his vision instantly searched far and near - I saw it!

Just behind the human wall that was frightened by Yang Qi and screamed wildly, after the human cracks that quickly flashed through again and again, he saw a back. He was a little distracted, and looked over there in a daze. Yes, it's that back, that upright and very elegant, confident and special back, that back with pale blonde hair, that back that I still never forgot at first sight in November 11, in myopia!

That's her!

But she was walking away, she was walking through a gate, into a building.

Where is she going?

"Nerd Xi!" Yang Qi roared, the roar rolled like thunder, and the windows of the cars near the earthquake clicked and burst. But the man didn't look back, she seemed to be living in another parallel world, completely unaffected by the yell. She walked lightly, like an elf, and walked through the gate.

"No, no, don't go, I'm here, I'm here!" Yang Qi strode over there, he crossed the flower bed, rushed through the barrier, he unceremoniously bumped into all the pedestrians in the way, like an icebreaker ship, breaking through all the solid obstacles, rushing to the other side of the dream.

Fortunately, there is still room for paranoia in his heart. Didn't kill anyone. He sued himself. Girls don't like to see blood. Be sure to make as good an impression as possible in front of her. So his speed slowed down, and he ran into the door and found it a hall.

There were people in the hall, many people with a lot of luggage, they were in a hurry, and they all looked at Yang Qi in horror. Yang Qihun didn't care, he heard familiar footsteps in his ears, so he quickly raised his head. Only saw on an escalator. The girl had gone up to the end of the second floor. She pulls a trunk in her hand, she greets the sun, she walks out, turns, and shows a side face.

That side of the face, the soul haunts dreams.

But pulling the box?

Wait, that pull box is so familiar, isn't it ...... Which one did you send her away that day?

She—what the hell is she trying to do!

Yang Qi's teeth gritted, and his eyebrows were tightly twisted together. He clenched his fists, and his feelings began to get excited. He began to be irritable, like a beast that had been aroused to be ferocious because of his injury, and his eyes lit up with a fierce light.

At the same time, not far behind him, a passenger sitting in a chair quietly put down the newspaper that was blocking his face--it was Xiao Jingzhe! Xiao Jingzhe stared at Yang Qi's back nervously, his hand gripping the handle of the hammer.

A day ago, Zhuo Yihang said to him: "Our plan is very risky, and your role is the last piece of safety insurance." Once things are out of control...... That is, if he is mad, you have to go all out and suppress him, even if you hurt him!"

On that day, he swore an iron-like oath to everyone, to his own light, to his chest: "I will never allow the innocent to suffer atrocities." ”

Xiao Jingzhe's eyes flashed with a glittering holy light, and the voice in his heart roared like a war drum: "Teacher Yang, if you really fall into the Demon Dao, I will stop you." As a friend, as a brother, I must stop you—even if I kill you, even if I die for it.

This is, my justice.

But, Mr. Yang, I'm sure you won't let us down. Your loved ones trust you so much that she has said that she has a way.

Aunt Yang Shu, please.

The next moment, the sound of the cello sounded. It's not a megaphone, it's not a device, it's the most essential sound of the instrument, it's the most essential soul of the musician.

Yesterday, Zhuo Yihang said to Yang Shu: "His illness can only be treated by guò hypnosis, but it is almost impossible for him to be hypnotized, which is as ridiculous as a mayfly shaking a tree." Therefore, we can only go all out to create a favorable time, place and people, control his feelings, and guide him and guide him in a non-verbal and non-didactic way, so that it is possible to succeed. This matter can only be handed over to you, aunt. ”

At this time, in a room on the upper floor, Yang Shu was playing her violin wholeheartedly. Every time the strings are kneaded, every tremor is created, there is no lack of lightness in the heaviness, and there is no lack of warmth and comfort in the elder-style admonition. This melody is not any existing song, nor is it created by anyone in advance, it is completely the most straightforward catharsis of the soul, full of Yang Shu's own infinite spirituality.

Although she didn't open her eyes at all, and she didn't see Yang Qi's state at this time, she had absolute confidence.

She is his aunt and his bosom friend.

His own music can reach the deepest part of his heart.

And Yang Qi in the hall on the first floor, the moment the music sounded, he was shocked, and his eyes were slightly confused. His anger began to subside, and the anti-color in his eyes began to fade. He looked at the second floor, finally took a step and ran up the escalator.

With each step, his countenance changed a point. With every step, his spirit was in a trance.

In this familiar scene, he gradually walked from reality to memory, back to two years ago.

He even began to pant, like an ordinary white-collar worker.

He ran up the escalator, he ran out of the exit, he turned the corner, he stared wide-eyed.

He saw that back.

Familiar clothes, familiar people, familiar trolley cases.

And - he subconsciously looked left and right: there were groups of passengers, electronic signs, tracks under the platform, and a rumbling incoming rail car.

It's a light rail station, a familiar light rail station. On a familiar site, there are familiar people.

It's like noon on that New Year's Day.

The car stopped.

"No ......"

The door opened.

"No ......"

Someone down.

"No ......"

Someone on.

And the figure, the wind ruffled her pale blonde hair, and a strand of hair rose mischievously in the wind. She also stepped on, stepping on the dividing line of the car door - just like it had been two years ago.

"Don't-!!"

Yang Qi roared, hoarse.

The whole world seems to be illusory.

He stretched out his hand, he ran, he gasped, he felt like he was running so slowly, so powerless.

And every step he took was running towards the abyss of memory, towards the half day that trapped him.

There is a voice in my head that tells him, you are different, you are strong, you can do it - to break this qiē!

Smack, finally, Yang Qi grabbed the hand that was pulling the box.

Spanning such a long road, walking through many worlds, experiencing prosperous scenery, sighing over the heat and coldness of life and death, after two years, he finally stretched out his hand to the memory, and he finally grabbed it!

He gasped and smiled again, he gritted his teeth and gently slowed his breath. Regardless of the way of thinking, there is a consensus here. At last, he said to the girl what he wanted to say but couldn't hold back.

"Don't go...... You, don't go-!!" (To be continued......)

PS: I wrote until four o'clock in the morning today, and I wrote more than 11,000 words. Shou Shou I definitely fought and collapsed...... But all the tangles have to have a conclusion, I'm done with it, and I don't cover it, and I send it out for the sake of coherence and integration. Tomorrow, with all due respect, I will not write......